Life Without Praising
'What is special in this world?
I'm tired of it!'
I often say within
'Beautiful and full of merriment'
I never realized.
I got a phone call from a friend
to meet
at club, zealous
to have the zest of the day
I dashed in as object
being controlling by air, to change my cloth
Heaven sent, the heavens opened
I sat upon a settee, waiting for the rain to stop
Sea rise a mountain, flood waters ubiquitous
Floor is swallowing houses
it has heist many properties
Like-wise peoples have wounded,
Stream dripped down my cheek
A traumatic experience this is!,
My heart thudded, nearly separated from chest
I screamed loudly
'Ha! It is a dream,' I was on the settee
Waiting for rain to cut off
Ho! Life without praising the lord is an empty life
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